By time Mya got to her home a police car was there waiting on her, she exhaled a sigh of relief as she pulled into her long driveway and spotted Saboara talking to the officer. Jumping out of the car she rushed over to the cruiser and nearly fell on her ass once she got a closer look at the officer it was Lance.
Mya ignored his presence and ran her hand along Saboara's face examining how badly bruised and beaten she was. The severity of the situation finally slapped her in the face, Saboara had been badly beaten and raped. She still held the natural beauty that she hired her for but her swollen lip, jaw, and black eye hid the rest. Leaning her face into the palm of her hand Saboara frowned and gave Mya a look of embarrassment and shame, for reasons unknown to Mya but for Saboara it was only because she knew she would have to tell her about her past and how it came back to haunt her.
"And who is this?" Lance asked nonchalantly smacking on a piece of gum as he shifted his attention to Mya.
Once he heard dispatch over his walkie talkie say assistance was needed at Mya's home he raced over with high hopes that she would have been the one who got raped. He still held an impossible grudge against her his debt and his divorce he all blamed on her despite his decisions to spend the money on her in the first place. He wanted her to suffer like he had but hated the tight leash her lawyer Tom had around his neck with the waiver he signed when he hired Mya for his personal prostitute. The reality of the situation was if Mya went down for prostitution he went down and so did his career turning his temporary problems into permanent ones.
"Hello Lance." Mya said coldly placing her hand on the nape of Saboara's back still tending to her despite her raging anger on the inside.
"You guys know eachother?" Saboara asked confused, and a bit drained from the nights events.
Finally it clicked in Lance's head the relationship between Mya and Saboara it was now obvious in the how concerned she was for the woman's well being that she had expanded her deadly business and added another girl or maybe more to her chain. Lance felt as if he had hit the jackpot finding out that Mya now had more than just herself to protect and look after when it came to her business leaving her open in other aspects of her personal life.
"Well now that I know you're a whore who am I to believe your story of getting raped? Could have been all apart of your tricks sick sexual fantasy." He said ripping up the police report and tossing the pieces into Saboara's face.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Saboara yelled getting sucked back into her Philly chick demeanor forgetting that he was an officer of the law. She had lied on the police report anyway stating that she in fact did not know who the man was that raped and beat her, but the disrespect she was receiving was too much to bear.
"Lance, I am your worst nightmare trust me you are fucking with the wrong bitch. Your lieutenant's wife is one of my best costumers if you so much as LOOK in our direction again I will have you black balled and kicked off of your unit before you will have the chance to finish your prayer to your white Jesus."
Mya said sternly in between clenched teeth hocking up all the shit she had in her lungs she spit the nastiest glob into his face, he just stood there in complete disbelief as the spit slid down his narrow nose. Saboara's eyes grew wide as she watched the officer stand silently and take in every word that Mya dished out to him, only then did she grow curious of the past of her boss a woman with that much power has to have one hell of a story.
Lance snarled at her and wiped the spit off of his face with a napkin he had tucked away in his pocket. He hated the power and control she inevitably had over him, despite the contract he was scared of Mya as a person. She had more connections and power in the city of Las Vegas just by being a prostitute for five years than he did as a police officer for ten. Without saying a word he went back into his cruiser and pulled off getting the look of death from both of the woman as he pulled off.
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Whore
Historia Corta(WILL NOT BE ABLE TO READ SOME CHAPTERS WITHOUT FOLLOWING, SO FOLLOW) What's a whore to a nigga that's paying? Mya has been called every name in the book by all the women she's ever encountered but words never hurt her because words have never stopp...